Chapter 8

Jing Yuwen sat in the seat, raised his hand and patted Xiang Siye's back: "What's wrong with Xianggou? Are you troubled? Come, tell Dad, Dad will enlighten you."

Xiang Siye raised his eyelids: "Go away."

It seems that this person is reluctant to speak now. Since he doesn't want to say it, Jing Yuwen doesn't want to force it, so he curled his lips: "Get out, you idiot."

The two were silent for a while, Jing Yuwen pinched the knuckles of his fingers boredly, Xiang Siye suddenly looked at Jing Yuwen, and then his tone was a little tentative: "You and Fan Jia?"

Jing Yuwen wondered: "What happened to Fan Jia and I?"

Xiang Siye lowered his eyes for a second, then reached out and took out his phone from the table.

Jing Yuwen said in shock, "I'm fucking a dog, but you actually have a cell phone?"

Xiang Siye Guming's thumb stroked the screen a few times, and put the phone on Jing Yuwen's desk: "Look."

Jing Yuwen picked up the phone, and the page stopped on the post bar of No. 5 Middle School. The first one that was hotter was: Absolutely. , and asked Jing Yuwen to use force against him.

1st Floor: Really, I was there when Master Jing pointed at the man with a stick in his hand.

2nd floor: Good guy, another white lotus flower.

3rd Floor: Why don't male gods have the ability to detect whores?

4th Floor: I used to like Fan Jia...

5th Floor: Upstairs +1

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15th Floor: Fuck, my golden boy, Jing Yuwen, was so badly affected by green tea?

16th floor: Upstairs, how do you know that Jing Yuwen is a golden boy? What if it was faked?

17th floor: Bah, my family Wenwen is the most naive, don't come here to spread rumors.

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27th floor: A group of idiots, the dog and the man look at each other, what are you kidding?

28th floor: Agree with the statement above, not a family, do not enter a door.

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48th floor: Crazy, a group of people are making noise here, don't you all go to class?

Jing Yuwen watched these buildings one by one, and some people scolded him, some scolded Fan Jia, and some scolded them together. It was very lively.

He understood, no wonder Xianggou was so unhappy, he must have thought he had pryed Fan Jia, whoever pryed the goddess could still smile at each other? Understandable.

Jing Yu Wen raised the corner of his mouth: "Lend me the phone for a while."

Xiang Sino nodded expressionlessly.

Jing Yuwen picked up the phone and edited a large paragraph of text.

49th floor: I, Jing Yuwen, took back the phone from Xiang Siye. Fan Jia and I have known each other for two days. Yesterday I was in the woods because that boy ran into our school and forced Fan Jia to be nice to him. I don’t think Fan Jia would like it. I went up to help. Also, I didn't use force. The man just picked up a stick and ran away. If something happens, come to the fifth shift to find me, don't hide in the post bar Baba.

He returned the phone to Xiang Siye, clasped his hands above his head and stretched out, "Okay."

Xiang Siye looked at the content on the 49th floor on the phone, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He put away the phone and glanced at the headband on Jing Yu Wen's wrist.

"what is that?"

"Huh?" Jing Yuwen raised his hand and looked at his wrist: "I use it to tie my hair when washing my face, why? Do you want it?"

Xiang Siye smiled and said, "I think so."

Saying that he was going to raise his hand to take a picture of Yu Wen's headband, Jing Yuwen pushed him away and protected the headband: "Go away, I want to go to your mother."

Xiang Siye didn't speak, he turned his hand and took the milk tea on Jing Yuwen's table.

Jing Yuwen frowned: "Why? This is mine, yours is on your table."

Xiang Siye chuckled: "I want to drink from your table."

As he said that, he directly opened the straw, pierced the plastic paper of the milk tea, and took a sip.

Jing Yuwen: "..."

"Are you seriously ill?"

Jing Yuwen raised his hand to take the unopened cup on Xiang Siye's table, but Xiang Siye put the milk tea under the table before he touched it.

"Why? You bought it for me."

"You drank mine, what shall I drink? Give it to me!"

Xiang Siye pushed the milk tea he had drunk on Jing Yuwen's table: "Here, yours."

Jing Yuwen: ?

Jing Yuwen admits that he is a bit of a clean freak. He will not give others what he has drank or eaten, and he will not take what others have eaten or drank. He gritted his teeth: "Forget it, you idiot, give it all. You, I drink Coke."

He opened the cola and took a sip, and the anger caused by a certain bastard disappeared a lot.

Xiang Siye raised his hand and scratched the corner of his mouth, Jing Yuwen glanced at him inadvertently, and saw a small blister on the corner of his mouth.

Not yet, Jing Yuwen thought he had read it wrong, and craned his neck to take a closer look.

Xiang Siye raised his hand and pushed his head away: "Why? Coveted my beauty?"

Jing Yuwen nuzui: "You are too confident in yourself."

When he looked up, he saw Fan Jia walking in, and raised his hand to say hello, "Fan Jia!"

Fan Jia heard his greeting, her face was full of apology, she sat back in her seat and turned around: "I'm sorry Jing Yuwen, I read that post, and it hurt you."

Jing Yuwen didn't take this to heart and smiled: "It's okay, I explained it to the dog's mobile phone, do you have a mirror?"

"Ow, yes." Fan Jia took out a small mirror from the table: "Here."

Jing Yuwen glanced at Xiang Siye: "Give it to him."

Fan Jia smiled and gave Xiang Siye the mirror.

"Give."

Xiang Siye took the mirror with a dazed expression: "Why?"

Jing Yu Wen raised his chin: "Look at the corner of your beautiful mouth."

Xiang Siye opened the mirror and took a look, frowning slightly: "Is there a real mango in it?"

Jing Yuwen pouted: "Otherwise? That milk tea shop is very conscientious. What kind of milk tea powder do you think it is?"

"Fan Jia."

Xiang Siye returned the mirror to Fan Jia, got up and walked out of the classroom.

Jing Yuwen was confused, why did this bastard take advantage of it and run out? Xiang Siye, as expected, is not a good person.

Xiang Siye walked away and didn't come back until five minutes after class. He also had a box of mint-flavored chewing gum in his hand, which he stuffed into the table as soon as he was seated.

Jing Yuwen raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Xianggou, are you going out to buy some chewing gum?"

Xiang Siye paused and took out the gum: "Do you want to eat it?"

Jing Yuwen shook his head. He rarely eats chewing gum because he is tired from chewing on his teeth.

The second class was in Chinese. Before class, Jing Yuwen flipped through the poems to be memorized in this class. After reading it for a few minutes, he didn't get into his head at all. Xiang Siye was very leisurely and kept looking sideways at the front door. .

Jing Yu Wenxian was bored and followed Xiang Siye's line of sight. Wen Qin was standing at the door of the class, talking to a girl from another class. The girl held an envelope in her hand and handed it to Wen Qin, who smiled. smiled.

Jing Yuwen sighed: "Tsk, what's the situation? Openly pursue our head teacher?"

Xiang Siye turned his head and glanced at Jing Yu Wen, then stretched out his hand to take out the books to be used in this class: "Maybe he recognizes the teacher as a student."

Indeed, although Wen Qin was twenty-eight years old, he looked no different from these seventeen-year-old students.

Wen Qin walked in and gave the envelope to Xiang Siye.

"This is, a girl from another class, let me transfer it to classmate Jing Yuwen."

When Wen Qin spoke, the two places "girls from other classes" and "Jing Yuwen" were a little more accentuated.

"Thank you, teacher."

When Wen Qin left, he gave Xiang Siye a special wink. Jing Yuwen was confused. It was obviously a letter from someone else to Jing Yuwen. Why did Wen Qin give it to Xiang Siye?

Xiang Siye looked at the envelope, frowned slightly, and put it gently on Jing Yuwen's table.

When Jing Yuwen was about to tear open the envelope and read it, Xiang Siye pushed the envelope on the table and said indifferently, "Let's go to class."

Xiang Siye's appearance made Jing Yuwen elusive, and in the end he actually put the envelope into the table.

"Oh."

Jing Yuwen looked sideways at Xiang Siye, who was now expressionless, staring intently at Wen Qin on the podium.

"This sentence is from "The Poem of Mulan" and was asked to recite when I was in junior high school," Wen Qin supported the desk with one hand: "Who still remembers?"

Wen Qin's eyes shifted to Jing Yuwen, who was still looking at Xiang Siye at this time, wondering what happened to this man.

"Jing Yuwen, come on. Jing Yuwen?"

Xiang Siye turned his head slightly: "Why? I'm calling you."

Only then did Jing Yuwen come back to his senses: "Oh."

He stood up and looked at Wen Qin blankly.

Wen Qin repeated the question just now: "Memorize the second half of this question."

Jing Yuwen picked up the title and looked at it. He had never recited this Mulan poem when he was in junior high school, let alone now. He was stunned for a while, and his mouth was not controlled by his brain, so he said what he said smoothly: "My mother hears my daughter. Come... from hanging southeast branch... younger brother Wen sister is here... When the household is taking care of red makeup, elder sister Wen sister is here, sharpening knives to my parents..."

There was a sudden burst of laughter in the class, Jing Yuwen didn't know why they were laughing, and looked at them suspiciously.

Wen Qin patted the table and said warmly: "After several years, Jing Yuwen must have forgotten that the poetry range of the college entrance examination is very wide. I suggest you read more and take a seat."

Jing Yu Wen nodded indifferently, sat down, and asked in a low voice, "Xiang Gou, what did I just say?"

Xiang Siye smiled: "It's nothing, it's just filial piety, let's go to class."

Jing Yuwen: ?

He pouted: "neuropathy."

Finally, when get out of class was over, Jing Yuwen took out the envelope from the table, and was about to tear it open with both hands, when Xiang Siye snatched it away.

Jing Yuwen frowned: "Why?"

Xiang Siye chuckled: "I'm afraid you can't read, I'll read it for you."

"Go away, you don't know how to read," Jing Yuwen paused and asked again, "Did you know the girl just now?"

"I don't know. I forgot what my face looks like. I'm a shy person. I didn't recognize all the people in my class before."

Jing Yuwen breathed a sigh of relief. Usually girls make up their minds to write love letters to others. If Xiang Gou spreads it out after reading it, she must feel very uncomfortable, but since Xiang Goulian She forgot what she looked like, so it didn't matter if he read it.

"Tsk, if the popularity is poor, it is said that the popularity is poor. What are the bells and whistles, alright, I have pity on you, read it."

The envelope contained a beautiful piece of light blue paper with a beautiful white rose print on it. Jing Yuwen leaned forward and said, "This flower is very pretty."

In order to prevent Jing Yuwen from seeing the content on the paper, Xiang Siye moved the paper slightly: "Do you like it?"

"It's okay, red is too vulgar, but white looks good."

"it is good."

Xiang Siye picked up a ballpoint pen, took off the cap, and followed the writing on the paper with the tip of the pen.

Jing Yuwen looked anxiously: "Can you stop being so long-winded?"

Xiang Siye smiled lightly: "Don't worry."

The nib of the ballpoint pen in his hand fell randomly on a certain place on the paper: "Student Jing Yuwen, I have liked Xiang Siye for a long time. I heard that you are his deskmate, can you help me chase him?"

Jing Yuwen: ?

He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Xiang Siye saw that this big fool actually believed his own nonsense, and laughed: "Do you really believe it?"

Jing Yuwen wondered: "What do you mean?"

"I just made it up."

Jing Yuwen: ?

He thought that his position in the grass was usurped by the guy next to him, and he felt a lot of loss in his heart. Hearing that what he said just now was made up by Xianggou, he got angry and kicked up on Xiangdog's chair.